What I am is a prisoner of pleasure. I’m floating in a sparkling, secluded hideaway with crystal water and a sunset-colored sea, and I’m dreaming about how it would feel to be completely overtaken by Mercer, to be his beautiful, cherished wifeandhis slutty little tentacle puppet.
He makes me feel safe enough to be both, to know that being one won’t erase the other.
“You make me want to do things, Madelyn,” Mercer groans, and I can see his shoulder working as he takes a second from blowing my mind with his mouth. I know he’s stroking his cock for me.
“Wh-what things?” I ask, eyes rolling back as his tentacle thrusts in hard and pushes up, stroking the spongy interior structures of my clit.
“Show you why krakens used to have bad reputations.”
I shiver, but only in pleasure. The tentacles binding my arms twitch, and the tips swirl around my breasts, suckers clamping on my nipples.
“You want to sink someone’s motorboat?” I tease.
Mercer’s tentacle slaps across my ass, and I squeal in surprise, both that he did it and at how good it felt. “No. I just want to love you recklessly. Wildly. Selfishly.”
Selfishly, says the guy who delivers the most unselfish loving ever, who is still going, his mouth against my clit right now, lapping it hard and fast with the flat of his tongue.
The pressure that’s been building and simmering in a collection of mini-orgasms boils over. Every part of me is touched and trapped in the best way, and Mercer’s eyes are on me as his tongue destroys my self-control and his thick tentacle bunches inside of me, pushing my limits.
“Mercer!” I scream his name to the sea and sky, going shaky and limp.
He bundles me up to his chest, arms around me. “Was that good, little wife?” he asks, kissing me softly, letting me taste sex and saltiness on his lips.
“It was unselfish in the extreme,” I pant. “What’s selfish and reckless look like?”
“Taking every inch of you. Tentacles pumping in and out of all of your holes. My cock taking turns.” Mercer’s voice quivers, as if he’s trying to sound calm about something that would make every red-blooded MILF need new panties.
“Would I be in some kind of pain?”
Mercer almost drops me in his shock. I can feel his whole body go rigid for a second, and his eyes, so smoky with desire a second ago, are now wide with horror. “Madelyn, I would never... Wait, has this been hurting you? Oh, my God, why didn’t you—”
“No! No, baby, no, everything we’ve ever done has been so good! I just don’t know why you think it would be selfish to make love like you described. I wouldn’t be in any pain. It sounds like I’d be the envy of every woman with a pulse. Why is it selfish? I also need to know why it’s reckless, because you’re literally the most protective, caring person I’ve ever met. You’d never be reckless with me.”
“I suppose it’s reckless and selfish in my soul, because I’d be overwhelming you with so many parts of myself, and you... Well, you couldn’t fully reciprocate.”
“I’m short a few tentacles, yeah,” I tease. “Overwhelming me. With so many parts of you. Hmm. That doesn’t sound reckless or selfish at all. It sounds like an amazing way to make a memorable honeymoon.” I lean forward and rest my lips next to his ear. “It also sounds like every dirty fantasy a husband and wife can share, and still need only each other. I only want you.” I kiss his cheek, and then slowly slide away in the water, seizing one of his tentacles and holding it seductively between my barebreasts, letting it wind up my chest and caress my face. I guide it to my mouth while Mercer’s eyes widen, and run my tongue slowly across his suckers and the soft, fleshy skin between them, concluding with his tip in my mouth. Sucking on it like it’s a cock while I stare at his enraptured expression. “I wantallof you.”
All of me. By Poseidon, she can have me.
I seize her and swim fast and hard to the shallows, then drag our beach blanket to the edge of the water. In Kraken Key, we’re alone and undisturbed. No one else gets to hear the gasping cries Madelyn makes as I surge on top of her, cock seeking her soft, dripping slit. No one gets to watch her spread her thighs wide for me, welcoming me to paradise. I’m the only one who hears the straining, grunting noises that are so animalistic and primal as I start alternating my cock and my tentacles inside of her.
Her pussy clings and expands to each one, but it’s keeping her off balance, making her constantly yip and squeal with surprise as my cock coats her insides liberally with my extra thick, slippery pre-cum, and my tentacles come and greedily use it all, filling her to the limits.
“God... I’m going to come again,” Madelyn whimpers as my cock drives home and stays there, feeling the heavenly sensations of her tremors.
“Good. You’re supposed to. I want you nice and relaxed when I explore your ass,” I groan, trying hard not to come when her hot walls caress me, throbbing around me.
“Lube, though?”
“I pack my own,” I say, holding off with a massive effort as Madelyn’s orgasm ripples around me.
I pull my cock out, quickly replacing it with a rampant, thrusting tentacle, and drag my tip between her cheeks, coating her with slippery juice.
“Oh. Oh, Mercer, fuck, that feels really good,” Madelyn moans as my tip nudges her.
“It’s supposed to. I’ve been doing my reading, like a good husband. Filling you in both holes isn’t just about my wildest fantasies—”
“Or mine,” says my perfect, amazingly fuckable wife.
